Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.